When I moved onto a pedestrian heavy residential street, at the end of an oceanside boardwalk - Paradise St. - in 2016 I began writing the names of black people killed by the police on the window. I did it as I heard about it, and without searching out news related to these horrific events. My child was allowed to draw on the otherside of the window. For 2.5 years I recorded these names, and my small family lived with the shadows of these names moving around our house as the seasons changed.
When I decided to
remove all the names and marks on the windows (link to video of this act) I made small, closed wooden books - paintings - for each person. I then invited households that live in white privilege to be the caretakers of a painting. If they were interested I then gifted the painting together with the responsibility to learn and share the story of how that person died.
